on one rainy night
just the two of us
we share that moment
when you go under
hold the gleaming skin
of my being
under the moon by
the window
and you like the way
the veins of my body
draw the maps of
our faraway existences
that i imagine
when the rain finally stops
and takes you away from
me, a mirage of my darkest
desert night
there is no oasis
no water flowing from my
mouth
there is none in fact
to remember
there is only that moment
that i create in my mind
like a flash of my
meteor inside my
private room
the illusion moves on
like a boat
toward the pier
where everyone waits
like some stranded
passengers
one typhoon day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem